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smilelikeaknife · 3 years

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OK so

Let’s talk about Laurent for a second here, break down his whole mindset and what’s going on in his brain

we see his childhood in season 2 and we see that he was this bright and happy lil boy, adorable, trying to study to give his mom the life he thinks she deserves, happy and well cared for

he sees his mom swindled, and her health decline, and then she drops dead in front of him, gotta be something to mess up the head a bit

now there’s a blank space, cause he was still a little kid when she died, he wasn’t a teenager who could go off on his own or even all that close to it, he was like, 12ish? that’s about five years before he can be legally considered an adult in many European countries (I’m mostly only familiar with Britain, which is 17, idk how it is in Belgium). we aren’t sure what happens during this time, foster care? adoption? some sort of system? again, not familiar with the customs in Belgium/Europe regarding these things.

next time we see him, he’s charming and boozing his way through life, he is literally Fiyero from Wicked (great AU maybe? shit, it’s already got Wizard of Oz all over it, make him the fucking scarecrow, right?) he’s given up on all his childhood dreams of using his smarts and charm for anything good because who is it for? just himself?

this is the first instance now that I find that Laurent should have been in therapy (other than watching his mom die, obviously): he has a co-dependent personality type, he needs someone else in his life to focus on for him to try to be anything resembling happy and stable. without his mom, he doesn’t care, who does he need to impress?

now, he sees a chance to avenge his mother when he sees the swindler again, and then we see Dorothy sweep him into the team, apparently under Shi Won’s orders. she herself isn’t all that impressed with him at first despite treating him warmly and with enthusiasm, because he didn’t seem all that impressive at first: some young man with a sad story that’s literally wasting his life (and riddled with STDs, that line got me laughing I won’t lie).

HERE IS WHERE THE NARRATIVE TAKES TWO SIDES: from the START Dorothy tells him that they are not family, they are not lovers, they are lone agents. the original team made these rules and they are the only ones who truly abide by them. Laurent says okay, sure, I can do that, my only family is dead. but then he starts falling for this bright and warm woman who lives her life without fear and regret. the rules were not ones he ever truly agreed on. but Dorothy never really wavers. sure, she becomes more and more fond of him, they sleep and live together (but wait, she says in the narrative that it’s occasional. it’s not serious for her. not forever.) but she’s never once given a thought to it being anything more. she shows him time and again that her life and choices matter more to her (and shit, that’s fine, I’m not knocking her, she was right upfront with him from the get go, it’s on him for slipping up) when he shows genuine concern for her life after being strung up by goons for a job and she ignores his care in favor of finding out where the money is. she is annoyed with him in this moment. so what does he do? he proposes in the next scene. her response? to tell him that she thinks marriage is archaic, it’s not for her, it’s a curse. to her, marriage would be a cage, not freedom. it would not be this liberating warmth that it seems to be to Laurent. he is driven by caring for people, he needs someone to love. he’s desperate for it. but he keeps trying and they do still fall together each time. so he wears her down and she agrees to be cursed (girl actually accepts his proposal and calls it a curse at the same time, there’s red flag #18724893274 for you, Laurie). they have their almost retirement party, everyone agrees to go their own ways, Seiji is gonna go back to his family (I don’t want to talk about Seiji and honestly Dorothy’s comments about them, we won’t go there) Shi Won is going to keep ballin’ and Laurent and Dorothy are going to live happily ever after, after ONE MORE heist to go out with a bang. Dorothy is now the most animated she has been in a while. she’s always animated for the cons, the cons are what fuel her.

so this whole time you had Laurent believing he found his one true love and being finally ready to live the normal life he always wanted, to be a good person. he thinks they’re going to do this one last job and that’s it, they’re done and can be happy. Dorothy never wanted that. she wanted to live the con life, to live free and untethered or weighed down by anything or anyone.

now. I have seen the theory before and I actually think it’s true: Dorothy staged her own death. maybe not all of the pieces were exactly as planned or intended such as the part where the real princess was found, but honestly? maybe she did know. point would still stand, she was planning this as her escape from a life that she never wanted to keep the one she had. I was just about to ask myself why she couldn’t just say no but I remembered we were talking about Laurent here, and he doesn’t really understand the concept fully.

she planned the con with Seiji and Shi Won perhaps, maybe they were in on Dorothy’s fake death. it would make sense, considering they were going to need someone to retrieve her after she fell into the ocean.

I’m not going to go so far as to say she planned the whole rest of the story that would happen after she vanished from Laurent’s life, that would be insane. but a big part of me fully believes that her “amnesia” at the end is probably faked and that she had also faked her death to avoid being trapped. and the ring coming back to her in the end shows that Laurent is finally letting her go too, as was her intention.

also all this plays into how Laurent is in the present part of the show, how he treats Makoto, whom I do believe he actually cares for, is fond of, honestly maybe loves, because he literally doesn’t know how to process emotions from all of the trauma he endured, so traumatizing those he cares for is how he shows affection. I AM NOT EXCUSING HIS BEHAVIOR OR BLAMING DOROTHY IN THIS EITHER. honestly, everyone in the damn show needs massive amounts of therapy. Seiji should fucking pay for it too.

#great pretender #theory #laurent thierry #dorothy great pretender #everyone needs therapy #tl;dr #i doubt anyone will read this #it's way too long #but i have so much to say #all the feels #there's more too

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night-is-a-feeling · 3 years

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Hii maia! top 5 fashion history facts (idk if that’s a good question but I guess u mentioned liking fashion history once so... skdjsjds) hope you’re doing great! 💕

omgosh sage! i’m so sorry this took me so long, this is an incredible hard question, and i’m so glad you asked it 🥺 this is going to be long and ranty i’m sure.

1. i wanna talk about trompe l’oeil, elsa schiaparelli, rationing during wwll, and inventive women at the time.

okay so this is like both a history story and a fact, i guess? so basically my love, my fav Elsa Schiaparelli was a brilliant fashion designer in the 1930s who was fascinated and heavily involved in the surrealist art movement. she was famous for designing on the intersection of fashion and art through surrealism. she was one of the first to play with the trompe l’oeil (trick the eye) technique within fashion, before this it was mainly used as an art technique. you know those shirts that have a peter pan collar? or a bow on the neckline? but they’re not real, it’s just stitching that creates an image of a bow? that’s what she was creating in the 30s. now the reason i told her story, is because her experimentation with trompe l’oeil and surrealism, left for an interesting fact from the 40s! during WWll most fabric was rationed, as most of it was needed for the war efforts, this radically changed the fashion industry. during this time it was still considered immodest for a women to be seen with bare legs. BUT the nylon that was used to create their pantyhose and stockings, was being heavily rationed. so they had to get creative. and these genius women realized that no one would notice if they just started painting the appearance of the seams in pantyhose up the backs of their legs. so that’s how they got through the war time, maintaining their modesty using the art of trompe l’oeil, while also baring their legs for all to see.

2. the originations of the “witchy” aesthetic and costume.

this is something i just read about and it blew my mind!! it’s one of the many fashion history things though that are both fascinating and deeply upsetting. so the basics are that for thousands of years, women were the brewers of the times. they were responsible for brewing all of the ale and beer consumed. this was a job they took on that afforded them freedom and a sense of independence, as they did not need men to accomplish this job. many widowers became brewmasters as a way to support themselves financially. now many of these women sold their brews at markets, and to be quickly identified they would wear large pointed hats, this help them be spotted and identified as having beer from far away. this isn’t the only identifiable iconography that we now associate with witches. they also hung brooms on their doors to signify that they had ale for sale, they kept cats to keep mice out of their product, they transported their brews in cauldrons, and relative to the times, they of course wore long dresses, often accompanied with draped cloaks. the change came in the 1500s when men realized they could profit off the production of beer, and began a long tradition of pointing to these women and yelling “witch” the occupation quickly became a death sentence for women to engage in. so that’s why our image of witches is actually just of old badass women brewmasters!

3. the gendering of pink and blue

it’s possible you’ve heard before that for many years the gendered ideas of these colours were swapped and also held very little prominence on our psyche. the thought was that pink was derived from red therefore it was a more passionate colour and blue was a more delicate, natural colour. it is also well documented that this kind of colour gendering was insignificant. that is until after WWll when the advertisement and sales generation took off. EVERYTHING was deeply ingrained with capitalism (still is),and everyone was buying into it. this girls wear pink, boys wear blue idea. was started by a department store that wanted to sell more product. and by gendering their products they were able to massively convince the western world that you had to subscribe to these ideals. it’s the norm after all. this forced the hand of many parents to buy more product just to support the idea of gender. baby boomers were the first generation to grow up in gender specific clothing before the age of 6.

4. monograms and louis vuitton

this is way more an origin story than a fun fact... sooo we all know the famous louis vuitton monogram, i’m sure most of us could point one out on the street. BUT maybe less commonly known is that LV is the creator of the modern monogram, and was somewhat the fashion originator of branding of this type. LV was originally just a trunk maker, he built and revolutionized the luggage industry. he invented a new waterproof canvas fabric to use for his trunks, essentially declaring leather as a terrible choice, because it made your clothes smell weird. (most of LV bags to this day are still made from this canvas and not leather) and because of the waterproof nature of his trunks, he was able to build them as perfect boxes that were stackable (easier for travel), whereas a domed top was always the way before. with this fame, came MANY counterfeits. so he worked to create a print that would separate his work from those of the counterfeits. eventually the counterfeit designers caught on, and made theirs with the same print. this went on for three rounds before louis passed away in 1892 and his brand was left to his son george, who ran into the same counterfeit issues. so george created an intricate multi faceted monogram print, that would become so synonymous with louis vuitton, that it is still the most recognizable monogram in the fashion world. what is so fascinating to me about this origin story, is that people today will look at a LV bag and immediately think “fake” so it’s really funny to me that this house that spent its first 40 years working SO HARD to be unique and decidedly not fake, and yet still to this day people think FAKE! immediately upon seeing that monogram.

5. bathing machines, and bathing costumes

ummm help! this is one of the funniest things, but also somewhat upsetting. okay so the history of bathing suits is intensely intricate and seeped in misogyny. and this fact is not any different. now there are many instances of these being used in the early to mid 1700s within europe, which makes more sense because at the time bathing in the nude was a commonality. and these offered modesty. however!!! they remained prevalent within europe and mainly england well into the 1800s even after bathing costumes became the norm. basically these modesty protectors, were small huts that were built on carriages. women would come to the beach, walk up the steps into one of the available bathing machines, change into her swimming costume. and you’ll never guess what happens next!! the fucking carriage is pulled into the water by horses! this was so that the women could slip straight out of the changing room directly into the water, and not a soul had to see the immodesty and immorality that was a women in a swimming costume. ya know, even though the swimming costume was a head to toe thick wool covering. even that was ✨immodest✨ anyways please google these, because genuinely i cannot believe they are real.

ask me my top 5 or top 10 anything

#this was so hard to narrow down 😭 but i kept it to five only because it would have been far too long if i kept going #i really wanted to discuss coco chanel and hugo boss in relation to nazi germany #because both were HEAVILY involved in the success of the nazi’s #but i also wanted to keep this a little more fun fact orientated a little lighter #but if you wanna know about that shoot me a message!!!#thanks again for the question it was so much fun!!!#i’m doing good! i hope you’re as well?#my loves #sgyep #fashion

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nekojitachan · 4 years

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Okay, so this is... IDK what this is. I guess this is the bare bones of my take on The Old Guard with the Monsters/AFTG.

Uhm, warning for people dying/violence, not in very nice ways, some of them (Nicky’s is vaguely tied to canon if you think about it).

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Somehow, it didn’t come as a big surprise to Anders when he and his twin came back to life after being killed by the raiders who’d stormed their longhouse, along with everyone else. The strangers had sneered at him and Aron, the ‘living’ vessels of their people’s twin gods, then invoked the name of their own unknown god as they shoved their bronze swords repeatedly into their flesh. Anders had a small knife he’d hidden beneath his robes, but he hadn’t been able to put up much of a fight against trained warriors.

(He’d repeatedly asked to be taught to fight, but Tilda had just laughed and ignored him, too busy soaking up the attention she garnished as the mother of a god’s vessels. Too busy drinking fermented berries and milk to care about how Knut, the elder, mistreated them.)

No, unlike Aron, Anders considered being unable to die (well, to remain dead) a curse instead of another sign of the twin gods’ favor, proof that the Fates took great pleasure in tormenting them. They didn’t age and they healed no matter how badly they were hurt, yet they weren’t immune to starvation, cold temperatures or other things which made life difficult.

They had no choice but to constantly move on, with no family to take them in and strangers suspicious of them if they remained in one place too long. Aron soon grew bitter when he realized that no woman would want him anymore once she continued to age and he didn’t, and it was much the same for Anders if he felt an attraction for another man.

It went on that way for almost eighty years, the two of them isolated from the rest of the world by some terrible curse, until they were driven from sleep one night by the image of a teenaged boy with long, dark auburn hair and pale blue eyes, beaten and bloodied, being held down by two men while an older man with similar pale eyes and red hair cut close to his scalp grinned as he slit the boy’s throat.

Only the boy didn’t remain dead, because the next image showed him alive (and covered in blood) as he stood by a pyre with a woman’s body on it, then as he scavenged through the ransacked sheep farm for anything useful he could find before he took off running. Anders stared at his twin as the images faded away, at the shock in hazel eyes the same color as his own, and knew they shared the same thought as well as appearance; it wasn’t just a dream, and they were no longer alone.

They set out to find the redhead, but the young man proved as elusive as a dream. Anders took to calling him the rabbit, because it felt as if they were chasing such a creature through a forest during the night, fumbling along like a bunch of clumsy fools while it vanished with ease into the thick foliage. The occasional dreams were of little help, because as soon as they figured out the redhead’s location in the dream, he always was gone by the time they finally got there.

Anders was going to cut his tendons a few dozen times when they finally caught up to the flighty bastard.

So six hundred years later, when they had another dream of a tall youth with black hair and green eyes being killed in battle, they wasted no time tracking him down to the island of the Celts. Caoimhín wasn’t a runner like the rabbit and refused to leave until he (along with Anders and Aron) almost ended up as a solstice sacrifice.

Funny how almost being set on fire while alive motivated one to see the world.

Anders began to regret the whole ‘let’s save a fellow immortal’ thing after a decade or two, when Caoimhín proved to be an annoying know-it-all. If the tall bastard wasn’t so good at fighting… he did come in handy whenever Anders managed to ‘upset’ the locals for interfering whenever the assholes were selling slaves (especially children) or mistreating servants – which was often. Aron yelled at him for having the subtlety of a raging bull, but the Persians got on his nerves, as did the Romans, and the Huns and the Franks, and… well, any bastards who thought because they had a bit of land and enough people with pointy weapons that they could boss everyone around.

(Caoimhín said he had a problem with authority. Aron said he was an asshole.)

And through it all, the rabbit. Kept. Running. And. Running.

They finally ran into another immortal who’d been ‘reborn’ a couple decades before when in Damascus, of all places, as Salah ad-Din fought Europe’s Crusaders, and learned that perhaps there was a reason why the rabbit kept his distance. Riko was a viper in human form, and after he did his best to dismember Caoimhín, Anders ‘killed’ him in front of some of Salah ad-Din’s men, leaving them to believe that the other immortal was a djinn when he ‘came back’ to life.

The three of them had no problem abandoning Riko in Damascus, wrapped in iron chains and sealed in a cave.

They kept wandering and fighting what seemed to be hopeless battles, especially with the rise of the Catholic Church. There were times when Anders (now Andrew) wanted to retreat from the world, to find an isolated, empty island and never leave it, but there was Aron (Aaron) and Caoimhín (Kevin), who weren’t quite ready to give up, and a damn rabbit with the clearest blue eyes he’d (sort of) seen who haunted his dreams and taunted him by always being just out of reach.

Then in the 1600s, the three of them dreamed of a new immortal born in the New World, one beaten and starved to death by monks. Unhappy about the thought of the long voyage, Andrew and his fellow ‘monsters’, as he’d come to think of three of them, headed across the Atlantic. It took them almost four years to find Nico, the son of a native woman and a conquistador, who’d been killed because of his attraction to men. The young immortal broke into tears to finally be with his ‘own’ kind, to be safe at last, and was a cheerful presence.

He was even more annoying than Kevin.

They spent a few years wandering the New World, but were drawn back to chasing the rabbit once again; he’d gone to ground in China, leading Andrew to hope that for once he’d stand out and be easy to find, but the damn bastard had developed an almost inhuman skill for learning the local language and blending in wherever he went. Kevin grumbled about him being a damn chameleon, while Aaron wondered if perhaps he’d truly died and they were hunting a ghost.

For some reason… that thought bothered Andrew.

Things carried on as they had before, only it seemed that every time Andrew turned around, the world had changed in some manner. A new country had formed, an old government had been overthrown, a new religion had been invented, yet another senseless war broke out, someone created an invention that upended things in a startling way…. He still remembered how for so long everyone had used bronze swords until someone had figured out how to smelt iron, how there’d only been longhouses and small farms until all of a sudden towns and then cities began to appear.

Change was inevitable, as was the fact that humans would twist some of those changes into something bad.

Still, he never thought that those changes would lead to things that would enable him and his monsters to travel the world in days (and then hours) instead of months or weeks, that wars would break out that spanned continents and could destroy entire cities in minutes. The four of them saved what they could, but soon it became impossible to keep up, not just because there were so many lives in danger and so much being destroyed, but because they could no longer fade into the shadows with ease with things like digital records and cameras in existence.

They learned as much as they could about modern technology; Nico (Nicky) and Aaron took to social media without any problems, while Andrew and Kevin picked up some hacking skills. They bought the best fake IDs possible and did everything they could to leave no trace online.

Yet they couldn’t stay in one place very long, not when they kept working, when they used the skills they’d honed over centuries to help people in need. Which was why they were traveling from France to England via the Chunnel; Andrew refused to give up his customized Maserati just yet, so they’d take the car with them on the train.

They didn’t expect any issue with their papers, especially since they’d used them a few days ago, so it was a surprise when a customs official in Calais frowned when he scanned Aaron’s while the machine beeped several times. Then the same thing happened with Nicky’s. Andrew tensed and tugged the cap on his head further down as he prepared to fight while Kevin did the same; their weapons were hidden in the special compartment in the Maserati, but they were good at improvising.

However, before they could react more than that, a familiar voice called out in French to the customs officials, one Andrew recognized with ease from his dreams over the last three millennia; the rabbit, dressed in a customs uniform, his dark auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail that trailed just past his shoulders, tapped the official who held Aaron’s documents and said he’d check it out, that there was an issue with the scanners. He purposely didn’t look at any of them as he did something to the scanner then ran the passport again, which beeped once in an ‘all clear’. Then he went to do the same for Nicky’s as the fool gaped at him.

As soon as Andrew was cleared, he stalked after his quarry, who to be fair didn’t try to run (for once). He grabbed the other immortal by the wrist and spun him around, part of him noticing that the rabbit was only a couple inches taller (which was a welcome change, considering how for the last few centuries, everyone towered over him). About to curse the bastard out for leading him on a merry chase for over three. Fucking. Millennia, he found himself stunned silent when the rabbit smiled.

(Maybe he should have considered what would happen when he finally caught the redhead.)

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Yes, Andrew, what does happen next???

I’ve never taken the Chunnel, so sorry if I messed something up there (I wrote what I did to fit the story). It’s a bit vague, but the twins are Scandinavian Bronze age, Neil is England Bronze Age (around Middle Bronze Age), Kevin is Ireland @ 600 BC, and Nicky is Mexico @ 1600′s. I debated having Andrew and Aaron separated, until I saw the twin gods thing. They were together, but per Tilda’s crappy parenting, they had a very rough childhood with Andrew protecting Aaron.

Mary raised Neil (Ram) to be cautious/wary of strangers. I’m thinking Nathan was a sea raider and... well, he came back years later and that time, he wiped out the farm. Neil heeded his mother’s lesson a little too well, but over time he finally came to learn that Andrew and the others weren’t all bad and finally stepped in to help them (and in a way, protected his own hide).

#aftg #aftg au #the old guard au #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick #riko moriyama #the monsters #neil is very very good at running #andrew is very very frustrated by that fact #andrew should have thought about what happens next after catching neil #oh boy

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santonosoy · 3 years

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❝ CIERRO LOS OJOS Y EL ALMA PARA NO SER VULNERABLE ❞

huh, who’s ALEJANDRO SPEITZER? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SANTOS DEJESÚS. he is a TWENTY TWO year old HALFBLOOD wizard who is a BARTENDER / WADA STUDENT. he is a GRYFFINDOR alum and the child of OSCAR DANE AND MARISOL DEJESÚS. he is known for being CHOLERIC, SELF-DESTRUCTIVE, RESENTFUL, FOOLHARDY, and RECALCITRANT but also ARTISTIC, HARD WORKING, ALLURING, DAUNTLESS, and CLEVER, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song VULNERABLE BY JUANES and PAINT STAINED DENIM AND FRAYING BRUSHES, BEAT UP CONVERSE SNEAKERS, REHEARSAL SCHEDULES AND UNFINISHED SONGS CRAMMED INTO SKETCHBOOKS, BRUISED KNUCKLES AND BUSTED LIPS HIDDEN BY STAGE MAKEUP, ASH TRAY OVERFLOWING WITH CIGARETTE BUTTS, BAR COASTERS AND EMPTY BEER BOTTLES SCATTERED ON THE FLOOR, SCOWLS AND TOUGH TALK ALL TO HIDE YOUR BROKEN HEART, UNWRITTEN LETTERS ADDRESSED HOME WEIGHING HEAVY ON YOUR MIND, WANTING DESPERATELY TO BELONG SOMEWHERE / TO SOMEONE, BLOODY NOSES AND SKINNED KNEES PEAKING OUT THROUGH RIPPED JEANS. i hear he is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Lorenzo Santos Dane DeJesús NICKNAME(S): He goes exclusively by Santos (second given name, not a middle name) AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 22, 08/09/2007 OCCUPATION: Bartender (alternating nights at the Armati’s London Hotel and Leaky Cauldron), WADA student GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him/His HOMETOWN: Ciudad de México, México CURRENT RESIDENCE: London, England ALMA MATTER: Hogwarts, Gryffindor BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

BIOGRAPHY

DEATH TW. CHILD NEGLECT TW. DEPRESSION TW. ABANDONMENT TW. idk please be aware that this sad boy has some messed up dynamics in his life which are detailed. if i miss anything, please just send me a message and i’ll try to tag accordingly.

London was supposed to be just a quick stop. A single blip on a map of a poorly planned European tour during a break from university. Marisol did not have intentions to be there for more than two evenings, but sometimes plans changed. A staunch believer in destiny having a heavy hand in things, she supposed it was necessary to end up in London for a full week. If she’d had it her way, the detour would have been longer, but no matter its length it has resulted in perhaps the only precious thing she’d ever have in her short and tragic life.

Santos doesn’t know a lot of details of that week in England. Unfortunately the woman who lived it wasn’t around to give him much, and his abuelita was even less forth giving with details. He would have asked Oscar when given a moment with him, but it hadn’t taken long for him to harden himself to the man that, in simplistic terms, was his father. The only thing he knows are from scattered notes in a journal. Marisol DeJesús and a group of fellow graduates from El Internado Mágico en CDMX had saved up every last penny to go backpacking across Europe. It was supposed to be a couple weeks visiting various countries, exploring diverse cities, and meeting up with pen pals from international magical schools. None of them had connections to London, or the English academy in the Scottish Highlands, but they figured it would be a good starting point before they headed eastward. A rest stop. Not even all the girls had gone to the pub that night, most complaining of exhaustion from the trip. But Marisol wanted a fun night. A few drinks in and she ended up in the arms of a stranger. Oscar. Her journal didn’t detail much more about him, aside from a otherworldly charm and his first name. A week long tumultuous romance and then she was meeting her disgruntled friends in Spain, unaware of the repercussions of her little sabbatical. It wouldn’t be until she was home in México a couple weeks later that she would get any idea of the mistake that was made.

Among the trinkets and colorful souvenirs from her European getaway, Marisol had not expected one to end up being a child.

Lorenzo Santos Dane DeJesús was born on an excruciatingly hot early August day. His muggle grandmother, Milagros, would never forget the moment she heard the first shrill of a baby’s cry. It signaled more than just the birth of her first grandchild. Like the cursed wail of a banshee, Santos’s first cries heralded a grim tragedy. As he swallowed his first breath of life, Marisol exhaled her final. It’s something she would always hold against him. It hadn’t mattered that it wasn’t his fault; Marisol was always a bit weak and frail, and complications had arisen throughout her pregnancy that meant a choice: either him or her. It was no question for her; the most important impact she could leave behind would be a son that she hoped could become something great and do something good for the world. She’d lived life, she couldn’t stop him from living his own. Milagros wouldn’t agree, and she would hold her pain and turmoil agains the boy for the few years she would house him.

Milagros didn’t like brujerias. When she’d met Lorenzo DeJesús Álvarez, she was none the wiser to the magic that coursed in his blood. He was just a charismatic young man from Sinaloa who would sweep her off her feet over the course of three weeks. It appeared to be an ailment that passed down from DeJesús woman to DeJesús woman -- The ability to be so easily swooned by deceitful men. Lorenzo would not reveal his magical parentage until they had three children -- a toddler Marisol and her infant brothers -- and one began to display abilities inherited from his line. Instantly growing cold to her cursed spawns, she would only love them out of a necessity and crave the day they would be taken away from her and into the secret magical world which Lorenzo eventually abandoned the family for. She hadn’t planned on falling in love with Marisol and her quick wits and charm, but despite herself she loved her impish children, even with their maleficio. She hated the boarding schools which took them away from her for the majority of their youth, and she would come to hate the other parts of it that would take them away permanently. Like dueling accidents that ended her youngest son’s life, or the wholly magical family that her other son would marry into that just couldn’t accept he grew up without a magical parent. But more than anything, she could not accept the wailing magical infant she had been left with in the wake of Marisol’s untimely death.

For six years Santos was looked after by Milagros, in the most simplistic of terms. She clothed him and she fed him, but she had not loved him, and she made her disapproval of him apparent. Growing up craving affection that was withheld from him, he was prone to bouts of depression and wildly aggressive tantrums. As his emotions grew more unstable, so did the magic he possessed. Catastrophic damage caused by a single wail, or even bodily harm resulting in the stomping of a foot, and Milagros was reaching her wit’s end. She could not love the creature that stole away her daughter’s life, and she could no longer tolerate the danger it posed. At six years old Santos was becoming a ticking bomb and there was only one way to solve the issue. Send him away, to the father who was unaware of him and his destructive existence.

Going off the limited information that Marisol’s friends and her letters home from that fateful holiday had given her, Milagros used the last bit of funds she had saved to send the heathen across the Atlantic to the city that sealed his mother’s fate, and into the hands of the Ministry. It wasn’t long before the Oscar from the journals was located and brought in to take the boy. The memory of their first meeting is hazy, but Santos remembers scattered fragments. He remembers the atrium of the ministry, the dark stone of the floor. He remembers the tall man who he hoped resembled him but was a complete stranger. He remembers hugging his leg, seeking some kind of comfort, but he doesn’t remember receiving anything back. Soon enough he was being taken to a place that was supposed to be��“home” but he would come to think of it as anything but. A home no, but a prison maybe.

The transition was hard. Santos hated London -- the gray skies, the rain and fog. He missed the warmth of Mexico, running in the street with the local boys. He even missed the cold stare of Milagros. Sure she wasn’t that maternal towards him, but she had at least taken care of him like families do. The family he’d meet in London wasn’t much of a family at all. He had a handful of older half-siblings but none of them seemed to care much about his existence. Or maybe that’s what he thought. They would converse with him just fine, but then they would land on English and he would feel completely out of sorts. The most exciting moment was in realizing that one of his elder brothers was some sort of child star -- a talented musician brimming with charisma. He wanted to cleave into Manny, to be accepted by his far more interesting older brother. It was one thing he always wished he had; a sibling who could serve as a confidant, friend and role model. His hopes were quickly dashed. Where Milagros looked down on Santos for being half magical, his family in London had looked down on him for being half something else. Non magical. Muggle. Sangre sucia. He wasn’t a muggleborn but he might as well have been. His magical relatives in México had abandoned him before he was even born, and he was raised in a household that abhorred that part of him. What he had hoped would be a change of pace, a chance to be part of an actual family filled with love and adoration for each other, was quickly torn down. He wasn’t one of them, and no matter how hard he tried he could never be one of them. And the dream older brother he hoped Manny would be would remain just that, a fleeting dream.

To add to his family woes, Santos had another giant hurdle to pass: He didn’t speak English. For a while he thought that maybe if he hadn’t attempted to learn any of the language then he would be sent back to México. If not back to Milagros, then maybe he could end up in some orphanage up until El Internado accepted him. He would have rather just been on his own, but things didn’t go as planned. The longer he was there, the more apparent it would be that London was his new home and if he wanted to find a place to fit in then he needed to make some changes. So he adapted. He learned the language, though not fast enough to attend Hogwarts at age eleven. He didn’t want to -- he still held onto some silly hope he could go anywhere but Hogwarts School, where Manny was a star and he would be the bastard half-brother coasting in his opaque shadow. Despite his protestations, he did end up at Hogwarts when he was twelve years old, a year behind. Refusing to take on his father’s name, Santos DeJesús ended up in Gryffindor and thought for a moment he would be able to get by without anyone knowing he was Manny Luna’s little brother. Of course that wouldn’t be.

The wizarding world of London was small, smaller than those few blocks in Ciudad de México he had called home. People talked, word spread, and soon enough he was being compared to the media darling that came before him. Only Santos was nothing like Manny. He was ill-tempered, melancholic, easily pushed, and aggressive. By third year he’d gained a reputation for causing fights. There was hardly a skirmish that he wasn’t the center of. And he’d never smiled, a permanent scowl etched over his face. He wore bruises and scrapes like badges of honor. He fell behind in school work, trailing behind his peers academically. He didn’t care. He thought the more of a fuss he could make, the better. Maybe it was a cry for help, he doesn’t know. That’s how some professors saw it. In a desperate attempt to help keep the wild Gryffindor under control, they tried to push him in directions that would allow him to use his rage in a healthy way. He was a natural choice for Quidditch Beater, but he caused far more issues on the pitch than anything and sooner or later the team opted to drop him -- for everyone’s safety. Dueling club seemed a smart choice, but then nobody wanted to face the erratic boy even in practice duels. Sure he fumbled with his wand, but he was an ace with his fists.

He was becoming more and more of a hopeless case, until one professor saw a better solution. Clearly the boy was crying out for attention -- maybe he needed a platform where he could be seen and heard. Drama seemed an odd choice, but something about it eventually clicked with Santos. A soliloquy from Hamlet was enough to capture the youth’s frantic mind. He had a weird knack for it, for reciting and acting. And he was a ball of emotions and rage that he didn’t know how to portray, but when monologues came to him with even an ounce of the turmoil rolling within him, he’d felt free and seen. When he’d been told about WADA, about the opportunities he could find studying there, he’d had a full one eighty. He studied hard, he pushed himself to do better in class, and soon enough he was graduating Hogwarts with the marks to gain entry to WADA and start working towards a future in theater. Much like his brother, he had a bit of musical talent but he wanted to be a revered thespian. He wanted to be something different than Manny. He wanted to be something better than Manny.

Free from the stuffy dorms of Hogwarts, Santos decided to break away from the Danes as well. He left the second he could, took up a job busting tables at the Leaky Cauldron and was even given a room there since he’d had nowhere else to go and couldn’t yet afford anything on his own. He remains there, living in a single room with a bed, a dresser, and a beat up guitar he bought at a muggle pawn shop. The only piece of furniture he takes care of is an easel he keeps in a corner, a new unfinished landscape painting adorning it every week, the previous one piled up in a corner forgotten. He spends his days at WADA, studying and practicing and auditioning for every lead role he thinks he’s suitable for. His nights he alternates between bar tending at the Leaky Cauldron, another bar gig at a new swanky magical hotel, and courting someone new. Ever desperate for some kind of attention and affection, Santos seeks it in beautiful strangers he can charm into his bed. He’s noncommittal, but not because commitment scares him exactly. He realizes it’s easier to sleep around than find someone willing to stay. He’s still aggressive, prone to outbursts, and he feels so damaged and abandoned that he doubts anyone could love a reckless mess like him. Not for more than one night, anyway. It’s easy to pick up people when you’re a handsome bartender with a dark charm to you, and he wears the reputation proudly.

It’s somewhat of a surprise that he had chosen to join the ranks of the Death Eaters. His pureblood relatives had looked down on him for being “less than them” of course. Why would he want to join a cause which exalted them and abhorred the part of him that wasn’t “magical enough”? In truth, it has nothing to do with what the Death Eaters stand for. Santos is so desperate to have a place to fit in, to be loved by his family -- by someone -- he was willing to support a cause that he doesn’t believe in. He’s more impressionable or easily manipulated than he wants to believe, and it was easy for him to be seduced by the power that being a Death Eater promised. As time as gone by, it does feel like the better choice. They’re the winning side right now, and he figures if he continues to help them succeed then it’s more than guaranteed he will be appreciated for his hard work. But as time goes by, and the murders pile up and the crimes go unpunished, Santos can feel a small part of him wanting out. He knows it isn’t the right path, but he’s not brave enough to walk away from it. Not when he’s already in their ranks, when he figures it will get harder and harder to turn away. For now he continues to do his part for the Death Eaters, carefully tiptoeing the line between loyalist and betrayer. If the opportunity presents itself, he hopes he’ll go running the other way, but he doubts he’s not sure if he’ll be able to walk away.

TL;DR - santos is the halfblood son of oscar dane / manny’s half-brother who grew up in a muggle household in mexico with a muggle grandmother who hated him so much she eventually sent him away because she couldn’t handle his violent outbursts of magic or the fact he was the one that caused DEATH TW her daugther’s death END OF TW. he’s always struggled to find a place or a family to belong to and this is a chip on his shoulder he carries through his adulthood. a former gryffindor who just caused a lot of issues until he was introduced to theater. he know works as a bartender while attending WADA with dreams to become a renown thespian. Is in the DE but mostly because he just wants to belong somewhere and was convinced into believing that was the right path to go (more on that below in the wanted connections section!). desperate for some attention and affection, whether it is genuine or not. Is literally a big ol’ heaux due to it. will flirt with anyone out of some hope they’ll give him some temporary attention in return. Idk he’s just a sad complicated aggressive boy ahfeapfhe OH is an artist. paints and draws and all that jam. is also a bit musical, but doesn’t flaunt it bc he’s already got a musical relative he doesn’t wanna be compared to. is maybe a bit of a self insert in that respect ahfieahfpea don’t @ me.

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic LANGUAGES: Spanish (primary), English (fluent) FAMILY: Oscar Dane (father), Marisol DeJesús (mother), Manny Luna (half-brother) PETS: None FACE CLAIM: Alejandro Speitzer ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Leo MBTI: TBD PINTEREST: ( x ) HOGWARTS YEARS: 2019-2025 (started a year late due to not being confidently fluent in english by eleven)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

ONE NIGHT STANDS / PAST HOOKUPS - as detailed above, santos is just kind of lacking in the affection department and so he seeks it wherever he can. since he’s like a hottie or whatever, he knows he can easily get physical stuff and he kinda just... exploits that because he just wants some gd attention ok. since his final few years at hogwarts up to now he was definitely a massive manwhore so have at it. this is not a limited connection so hmu however many times you want lol STATUS: always open

UNCLE IROH TO HIS PRINCE ZUKO - ok so maybe my hopes is to pull off some prince zuko level redemption arc for this boy. it’s a tough climb, but one thing that every good prince zuko redemption arc needs is an uncle iroh. this is someone who believes in santos, genuinely cares about him, and wants to guide him to a path that would bring him peace and help him make healthy decisions. it doesn’t exactly have to mean joining the order, but it certainly means walking away from the DE and the toxic family dynamics he’s involved in. someone who can see that he is a good person beneath it all and who just wants to help him out of a sticky and bad situation. can be a peer or an older character, doesn’t need to be related to him. (could be combined with professor connection below) STATUS: taken by neville longbottom

PROFESSOR WHO HELPED HIM FIND HIS WAY - this is obviously limited to hogwarts professors / people who were hogwarts professors during the years listed above. this is the professor who saw santos’s destructive behavior and tried to work with him to channel it in a healthy way. they were the person who eventually introduced him to shakespeare (who i am convinced is a wix ok) and theater. they may have supported him becoming a better student so he could get into WADA and perhaps are still someone that supports his growth. perhaps the first person in their corner. (can be combined with the uncle iron connection above). STATUS: taken by neville longbottom

THE BAD INFLUENCE - MANIPULATION TW / TOXIC DYNAMIC TW (just to be on the safer side; this is a toxic connection for sure) in contrast to the previous connections, this is the person who has helped lead santos down the wrong path. they should be DE affiliated, and they should be someone who sees that part of santos that begs for attention and is desperate to belong somewhere and would have manipulated that very fragile part of him in order to get him to join the rankings of DE. he’s not a pureblood, and therefore perhaps not the most ideal person to be in the ranks, but they see the potential he has for exploitation. he could be a dispensable soldier for them, someone they genuinely don’t give a shit about but they can use him. this can be a peer or older DE member, and they can be family. END OF TW. STATUS: open

FOUND FAMILY - i guess this would be something we work up towards, but this boy is kind of desperate for people who genuinely care about him and needs a healthy family dynamic. so if you wanna be part of the found family that can take him in, awesome :^) STATUS: open, may become limited

as always, feel free to message me if you have any inspiration for wanted connections ^^

#potterintro #Death tw #child neglect tw #abandonment tw #manipulation tw #i've had artist block so no cool drawin #for now

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kiwismoon · 4 years

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Peter Parker’s progression in the new MCU movies is really a fucking roller coaster.

First, Tony fucking Stark is all “oh kid come help me fight Captain America and some other Avengers,” and Peter’s like,,, kinda just does? Then Tony’s all “here’s a suit, do whatever!” and then after he made him fight Captain America with no training, in Spider-Man Homecoming it was like “Hey kid stay close to the ground, stay out of trouble, you aren’t ready to be an avenger yet. Keep helping old ladies, good job” and Peter got his suit taken away just for trying to help, and then ended up fighting a villain who uses alien technology btw if this wasn’t awkward and scary enough said man is the father of his Homecoming date who he decided to ditch to be a hero, even though he really liked her and Peter fights him with practically NO SUIT, then Tony was all “hm okay kid come join the avengers” and Peter said no thanks bye, I don’t think I’m ready yet.

Then of course,,, Infinity Wars happens,,, Peter again sees trouble happening and decides to go help, and even when told to back down Peter refuses and continues to help. Then Tony was like “Hey...kid...you really shouldn’t be here, but we can’t send you back...help us fight Thanos? Btw I guess you’re an avenger now, congrats?” and then Peter, uh, idk DIED!?!?!?

Then it was like, Nick Fury is all “hey dude I know you’re on a school field trip again, really unlucky that all of this happens on his school trips and your mentor died after you just came back from being dead for 5 years and you probably are dealing with some trauma rn but I need you to help this guy Mysterio? Yeah just fight these Elementals who destroyed Mysterio’s previous planet, uh, what? You don’t want to? Well uh, you don’t have a choice. Yeah haha, we weren’t asking. Do it.” so Peter really can’t catch a break.

(Also this is a side-note but from Spider-Man Homecoming and Far From Home, if you listen to Mr. Harrington at all it seems like,,, a kid may have previously literally DIED on a school field trip? In the line from Spider-Man Homecoming, “As you know we made it out alive, and that’s the important thing. We couldn’t bare to lose a student on a school trip..not again.” Which like,,, completely unrelated to all of this but holy FUCK this school is?? Like one, is that student dead?? Or were they just like,, lost and never found? Two, Mr. Harrington are you okay???? I mean, YIKES buddy you have it ROUGH. Anyways, back to the important stuff.)

Before Peter wanted to be an avenger and then he didn’t, he decided to help try and save half the world’s population, and became an Avenger and then died. Comes back, loses his mentor, has a lot of trauma and is just trying to win the girl (which didn’t go too well last time, but he seems over Liz so I guess its fine?) Peter just wants to relax in Europe after going through serious trauma and is forced into fighting another Avengers level threat. The one good thing about this whole situation is the new friend he’s made. Quentin Beck (but according to “Mysterio”, Peter can call him Quentin- but he calls him Beck the whole time. It’s fine.) And wow, boy, things are looking up! Beck really understands Peter, Beck is nice to Peter! Aw man, oh gee, Peter doesn’t think he’s fit to be the next Tony Stark, and everyone is asking him who’s gonna be the next Iron Man. Oh well- we just defeated some big bad, oh! Beck, let’s go chill out together and celebrate!

Hm, this sure is strange. Peter and Beck get to chill and talk, Peter can’t drink but he’s sippin’ some delicious juice. Everything is finally starting to look up for Peter...oh hey, the Edith glasses... hey Beck, what do you think? Do they look nice on Peter? Nah? Oh well... Peter wants Beck to try them on. Beck denies but eventually says he will. He puts them on...hm...oh god, oh ouch, fucking ow oh no.

He looks like Tony. He reminds Peter of Tony.

Tony who’s dead. His mentor :c . Tony. And I’m sure in this scene that’s all Peter can think about- this new guy, Beck, who’s smart, strong, has super high-tech technology and is willing to risk his life to save the world. This man is mentoring him, treating him like a friend and taking him under his wing. Just like Tony did. Beck understands him, Beck encourages him and listens to him. Just like Tony did. And now with these glasses, it must be so fresh? It must hurt so bad because of how much it reminds Peter of Tony? So he gives Beck the glasses, trying to make one last decision that would’ve made Tony proud.

And then the reveal. Beck was playing him.

For how long? Its really unsure. When he says “poor kid” it seems like Beck may have truly cared about Peter, but since we know that he knew Peter had the glasses all along, how much of it was Beck just playing Peter to get what he wanted? Do you think he knew how much Tony meant to him? Do you think he knew what angles to take to get at Peter and mess with him, to make Peter trust him, befriend Peter?

When Peter found out it must’ve devastated him so much because not only was Beck lying, but it must’ve felt like he failed Tony. “For the next Tony Stark, I trust you” and he gave it to someone who was trying to hurt people with the power. And then all the traumatic hallucinations occur, and Peter is so afraid. He doesn’t know what to do, or who he can trust, and the way Beck plays it out is so, so cruel. Letting him think he is saved only to rip that away from him like two times in a row, and then having him get hit by a fucking train?

Beck turned so quickly on Peter that I don’t even know Peter had time to emotionally process it?

The man who has just started to fill this void in his heart that was left from Tony dying ended up being a villain.

That must’ve hurt him so bad? And Peter doesn’t ever really seem to have any time to heal, because the next thing that’s happening is him having to fight Beck, who continues to try to deceive him, only for Beck to die in front of him- which he still doesn’t trust.

And after all of that, he gets back home, and everything is blamed on him. Who is gonna help him? Is Nick Fury gonna have his back? How are they gonna disprove the video? Will people just ignore it? Is (dare I say) Tony Stark gonna be somehow revived just to help prove him innocent?

Idk man, all I know is Peter Parker really can’t catch a fucking break.

#spiderman #spider-man #(doeswhateveraspidercan)#peter parker #mysterio #quentin beck #tony stark #im just rambling #spiderman far from home #spiderman homecoming #protect peter parker #i love him #mcu #marvel

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jamiecostello · 4 years

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ok for those of u who remember fitz.... this is fitz but less of an asshole.... ok here we go

(MASON GOODING, CIS MALE) - Have you seen RONAN FAULKNER? RO is in HIS JUNIOR year. The BUSINESS MAJOR is 21 years old & is a SCORPIO. People say HE is CONFIDENT, ADAPTABLE, SELF-INVOLVED and SHORT-TEMPERED. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that HE'S BLACKMAILING HIS MOTHER WITH EVIDENCE OF HIS MOTHER'S AFFAIR. (olivia!)

Introducing Ronan Faulkner.... yes that’s the most pretentious name in the world

His parents own a HUGE book publishing company so anything u’ve read in the past ten years? There’s a chance the Faulkner family helped publish it

They’re a rich NYC family with the apartment in the UES, vacation home in the Hamptons and hunting cabin in upstate NY. They worked their way up from middle class life and started their own business so they take their status in society very seriously

His parents were actually relatively normal people for the first seven years of his life? Like yes they put a lot of pressure on him and his sister Auden. Yes they weren’t around a lot and he saw the nanny more often but they were just busy!! Going to galas and hobnobbing around Europe!!! And they gave him the very best of everything so it was ok!!!

Auden was like his partner in crime they were born exactly a year apart to the day (irish twins!!!) and wreaked havoc in their parent’s fancy penthouse. Their vintage wallpaper? Covered in kid scribbles. Their antique dining table? Turned into a blanket fort

That was until one fateful day (ominous carnival music plays in the background) when their dad was supposed to pick them up from school instead of the nanny. Alistair Faulkner was an INCREDIBLY busy man so he was trying to finish a work call and wrangle two incredibly hyped up toddlers with city traffic and pedestrians whooshing by them

Alistair let go of Auden’s hand for a second to signal to their town car driver and then suddenly she was just..... gone. No trace of her, nothing.

A city wide hunt was set up to find the missing six year old. Helicopters, posters, everything. There was no expense the Faulkner’s would spare to get their daughter back

They never found any leads as to what happened to Auden Faulkner and she was never seen again. She was declared dead after a year and a funeral was held but tbh.... Ronan refuses to accept that she’s gan

Suddenly his perfect but imperfect life just turned into a total shit show. Calliope Faulkner blamed her husband for Auden’s disappearance, obvious, and Alistair never got over his guilt. He’d always had a tendency to drink too much, but coupled with depression and guilt this turned into full-blown alcoholism.

He quit his job at his publishing company and Calliope, Ronan’s mom, was left to run the show. She was gone almost all the time and Ronan was left alone with his dad, who flew into abusive rages when drunk which was now almost every day

Ronan grew up hard and bitter with a sharpened tongue and it shows in the way he treats people. He doesn’t actively try to be an asshole but it just comes out lmao. He’s a pessimist and he doesn’t believe theres one genuinely good person in the worl

In high school, he did everything he was supposed to do as the son of a prominent family. Dressed impeccably and attended every social function, even if he spent most of the night sneaking shots with his date in the coatroom and hitting on girls

He could be incredibly charming when he needed to be so any trouble he got into, he could pretty much smile and manipulate himself out of.

He’s majoring in business and creative writing with the expectation that he’ll take over the family business

Okay secret time: Ronan was poking around the family offices one day last year looking for a coat he had left and he walked into his mother’s office and saw her engaged in um... an intimate position... with a younger male employee. If this were to get out, it would ruin Calliope’s image as the buttoned up, robotic CEO incapable of doing wrong.

Ummm Ronan being who he is is now using this information against her so that he can essentially do whatever he wants without consequences

Ummmm so obviously he’s a little fucked up

Nihilist!!!

Did I say he doesn’t care about anything???

Is not Actively an asshole but he’s sarcastic as fuck so that gets him into fights pretty often

Secretly good at his core.... but deep... deep down....

Makes a joke out of anything

Does he have feelings?? Yes!!!!! But they make him feel weak so he ignores them

He only has one hobby and it’s investigating Auden’s disappearance..... it’s really sad actually...

WANTED PLOTS

ok so give me a fake dating plot like someone he goes to fancy functions with just to get his mom off his back about his lifestyle choices but then they get back to school and theyre like.... k bye

HOOKUPS!!!

um an ex that he actually cared about?? but then he was like nope bye out of fear of hurting someone and broke up with them with no explanation

NY friends!!!

A good influence. Blease... someone tell this boy to study

A drug dealer!!!

Someone he’s a bad influence on....

Ok but give me someone that actually knew his sister before she disappeared

idk

#death tw #grief tw #drugs tw #alcoholism tw #yatesintro

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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5x05: Fallen Idols

Hey all! Welcome to Hate Watch Week! We’ve picked the best of the worst and are recapping them all week. These are our personal choices, and I’m sure they all (*but one*) have redeeming qualities, we just see the bad more than the good. Enjoy our snark --and join in if you want :) (And if you’re still trying to guess our hiatus theme, this episode doesn’t count.)

Then:

Angst-a-thon!

Now:

We meet Jimmy and his pal, Cal, both race car enthusiasts. Well, enthusiasts for one sports car: James Dean’s Porsche 550 Spyder. While Jimmy runs to get the camera, Cal sits in the car, ready to start the “Little Bastard”. Only, the air gets frosty and the car radio flickers on. We hear a crash and Jimmy heads back to the garage to find Cal’s head smashed into the jagged edge of the convertible’s windshield.

Sam and Dean are on the case! Sam wants to know why this case is so important --what with the devil and apocalypse and all. “This is what we’re doing, okay?” Dean insists. Dean highlights that they’ve been away from each other for a while (*Ahem* maybe I don’t like this episode as much because the last two episodes were just Dean and Cas having fun times together? IDK. 5x03 and 5x04 were a wild ride that I watch over and over again.)

THE HORROR:

They arrive at the local cop shop as FBI agents Bonham and Copeland. The local sheriff shows them the video “evidence” that Cal’s good buddy Jim killed him. The brothers are less than convinced.

The sheriff applied Occam's Razor, and done and done.

The brothers want to interview Jim anyway. He tells them what he heard from the house: tires squealing, glass breaking. The car killed Cal. It’s cursed. Jim mentions that it was “Little Bastard” that did it, and Dean’s eyes light up like a little boy at Christmas. OoooohhhHHHHooo. Dean and cars and, well, don’t tell me he never had a crush on James Dean. We all have had a crush on James Dean. Sam “I can’t be any more straight” Winchester has no flippin’ clue what’s going on. Dean insists they check out the car. Bby boy.

They head to the car, and Dean takes a moment. Sam asks for some exposition. Dean explains that after James Dean died, the mechanic bought the wreckage and fixed the car.

The car fell on him, and death continues to follow the car wherever it goes (Ugh, I just went down a rabbit hole of what happened to the car and am now in a weird spiral of remembering how much I loved James Dean as a teen and how much Rebel Without A Cause meant to me. I’m not 90 years old. What a weird flex for a 1990’s kid to experience. But also not, since Dean’s right there with me, right?)

Anyway, to really confirm if the car was James Dean’s, they’ve got to match the engine number. Dean heads under the car to confirm, begging the car to not hurt him first. Dean takes his sweet ass time being nervous and writing down the engine number, but he makes it out alive. He tasks Sam with tracking down all the owners.

While Dean hangs at a bar, Sam discovers the car is a fake.

Meanwhile, a nerdy man reflects on his day at his desk when the air gets frosty and he hears a creaking behind him. He turns and utters, “Oh my god, it’s you. You’re dead. You’re supposed to be dead.” Is it a long lost wife? An old rival? Nope. It’s a growling Abraham Lincoln. He chokes the nerd man until he becomes a victim of the blood cannon. Better angels of our nature, my ass.

The agents meet the sheriff at the crime scene. They remark that there’s nothing strange about the victim dying of a gunshot wound where there’s no gun, no gunpowder, no bullet. Awkward. The brothers demand a reasonable explanation from the sheriff. He hunkers down and whispers, “Professional killer.” He’s thinking this is a Michael Clayton-type thing. And I love it because that’s the limit of his imagination. Sam and Dean know better but only because they live in the fringe of this world where monsters are real.

Sam and Dean head to interview the victim’s maid, Consuela Alvarez. She’s very distressed, and can only speak Spanish.

Sam pulls out his freshman Spanish to save the day. I only remember “Donde esta el baño?” Good job, Sam! The killer was a tall man with a long black coat and a beard. And he wore a hat. A tall hat. Dean cracks the code: A stovepipe hat like Abraham Lincoln. DEAN BEAN, so street smart he doesn’t even realize how book smart he is. Sigh. “Abraham Lincoln killed Mr. Hill,” Consuela confirms.

The brothers continue to research. Dean watches the car video frame by frame until he finds one frame of a blurred red coated figure ---and INSTANTLY guesses that it’s James Dean ---but like Jim Stark James Dean. It’s not like James Dean wore the damn red coat outside of that movie role, lol. (Sidenote: Fun fact: Fry from Futurama’s coat is modeled after that red coat.)

Sam realizes that they’re dealing with famous ghosts that are killing their fans. (Sidenote: I hope Misha Collins never dies.) The brothers wonder why these ghosts are haunting Canton, Ohio. They do more research.

The brothers head to the Canton Wax Museum. They marvel at all the random wax figurines (and Sam is taller than Lincoln? Hmmm. They’re the same height. #Borisisanerd) Dean makes fun of Gandhi and Sam defends him, but uh, nope, Sam, nope.

The museum curator shows up and the brothers introduce themselves as reporters for Travel Magazine. They’re writing an article on “how totally non-sucky wax museums are.” The curator points out that this place is unique. He points to Lincoln and tells the boys that’s actually Lincoln’s hat. Yep, he’s got real items from all the dead guys.

He’s going to make wax museums hip again. And OMG Sam’s little thumbs up in response. STOP.

Later, Sam loads up on salt rounds and walks in on Dean talking to Bobby about him. Dean gets off the phone fast and dismisses Sam’s questioning about the call. Dean’s not 100% with Sam yet. They head out to finish the case.

At the wax museum Dean starts poking around. Let the tomfoolery begin!

Sam hauls out a metal trash can which they can use to torch all the priceless, one of a kind objects. (History-fan me cringes.) While he’s doing an ultra-close-up examination of Lincoln, the doors slam shut. Suddenly, Gandhi is on him! Gandhi is strong, he’s fast, and he’s out to kill. Dean torches Gandhi's watch and Sam’s attacker winks out.

The next day, Sam mulls over the case in the motel room. Ghost Gandhi's quick disappearance has him troubled. He didn’t flame out like most ghosts, and he seemed almost zombie hungry. Sam thinks the hunger is uncharacteristic given Gandhi's tendency towards fruitarianism. (WWMGD? What would monster Gandhi do?) Dean dismisses Sam’s concerns, and Sam tells him that hunting together isn’t working. Dean doesn’t trust him. More than that, Dean’s trying to stick to their old patterns with the older brother telling the younger brother what to do.

“Before didn’t work,” Sam tells him. That old dynamic chased Sam off into Ruby’s arms. “You’re gonna have to let me grow up.”

Dean’s phone rings. It’s the local cops, calling about another terrible incident.

The Sheriff is…utterly at a loss with this next one. Dean and Sam head into the station to interview two teen girls. They tearfully recount the “horrible” “way horrible” disappearance of their friend who was kidnapped earlier by…Paris Hilton.

Dean and Sam tick the obvious boxes. Paris Hilton isn’t dead, so they’re not after a ghost. Sam suits up in scrubs to do a detailed autopsy of one of the prior corpses. He pulls out two strange seeds from one of the victim’s stomachs.

Sam fills Dean in on the excessive blood loss he discovered (something was feeding) and the seeds. The seeds are unusual, and he takes them back to the motel. There, he discovers that the seeds were indigenous to a forest in Europe, and the forest was ruled over by a god, Leshi. Leshi can take on any form and feeds on his followers. Dean hand waves the shapeshifting explanation for the audience by asking, “So how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?” Thank you, Exposition Dean!

The Winchesters arrive back at the Wax Museum, this time bearing a nice sharp axe. In a creepy closed exhibit they find the victim and…Paris Hilton. She (He?) takes out Dean and Sam quickly. When they wake a little while later, they’re tied to the fake trees in the exhibit.

Leshi sharpens a blade slowly, excited to do the sacrificial ritual correctly this time. He explains that he’s settled in this town to stuff his face full of worshippers arriving at the wax museum. With the apocalypse nigh, there’s no reason to diet!

Leshi grouses about the poor quality of worshippers these days. Dean fights whining with snark, and Leshi tells him that he worships somebody - his dad. “Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol.” They fight and Sam breaks free and hacks off Leshi’s head.

The next day, we learn that the victim they rescued is going to recover. And even better? The bumbling Sheriff is putting out an APB on Paris Hilton.

At the car, Dean admits his own culpability in bringing about the apocalypse, when he broke the first seal. He apologizes for being preoccupied with the wrong things. Sam responds with the hero speech with which we’re so familiar. “We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting.” Dean’s on board. Hell, he’s more than ready to move forward. He hands Sam the keys to Baby and they roll off to the sweet sounds of Jeff Beck's “Superstition." D’awwww.

These Quotes are Hot:

We’re not your typical cops

Death follows this car around like exhaust

Christine is fiction, this is real

I'm gonna make wax museums hip again

Four score and seven years ago, I had a funny hat

You’re not the first god we've met, but you are the nuttiest

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felixlcsser · 4 years

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IT ME.... ur goblin mother Olive.... plots or else

(DARREN BARNET, CIS MALE) - Have you seen FITZGERALD MONTGOMERY? FITZ is in HIS JUNIOR year. The BUSINESS/CREATIVE WRITING MAJOR is 21 years old & is a GEMINI. People say HE is CLEVER, CHARISMATIC, DISINGENUOUS and PESSIMISTIC. Rumors say they’re a member of KINCAID. I heard from the gossip blog that HE ACCIDENTALLY PUT HIS EX-GIRLFRIEND IN A COMA AND HIS PARENTS PAID TO COVER IT UP

Introducing Fitzgerald Montgomery.... yes that’s the most pretentious name in the world so he goes by Fitz

He was named after the author F. Scott by his parents. They own a HUGE book publishing company so anything u’ve read in the past ten years? There’s a chance the Montgomery family helped publish it

That was until one fateful day (ominous carnival music plays in the background) when their dad was supposed to pick them up from school instead of the nanny. Alistair Montgomery was an INCREDIBLY busy man so he was trying to finish a work call and wrangle two incredibly hyped up toddlers with city traffic and pedestrians whooshing by them

Alistair let go of Auden’s hand for a second to signal to their town car driver and then suddenly she was just..... gone. No trace of her, nothing.

A city wide hunt was set up to find the missing six year old. Helicopters, posters, everything. There was no expense the Montgomery’s would spare to get their daughter back

They never found any leads as to what happened to Auden Montgomery and she was never seen again. She was declared dead after a year and a funeral was held but tbh.... Fitz refuses to accept that she’s gan

Suddenly his perfect but imperfect life just turned into a total shit show. Calliope Fitzgerald blamed her husband for Auden’s disappearance, obvious, and Alistair never got over his guilt. He’d always had a tendency to drink too much, but coupled with depression and guilt this turned into full-blown alcoholism.

He quit his job at his publishing company and Calliope, Fitz’s mom, was left to run the show. She was gone almost all the time and Fitz was left alone with his dad, who flew into abusive rages when drunk which was now almost every day

Fitz grew up hard and bitter with a sharpened tongue and it shows in the way he treats people. He doesn’t actively try to be an asshole but it just comes out lmao

He could be incredibly charming when he needed to be so any trouble he got into, he could pretty much smile and manipulate himself out of.

He’s majoring in business and creative writing with the expectation that he’ll take over the family business

Okay secret time: so Fitz actually did care about one person after his sister’s disappearance. His senior year, he started dating Agnes Reid, the good girl of the school and anticipated valedictorian. Their relationship was like Noora/William from SKAM vibes

He really loved her a lot and they were planning on attending Yates together but then??? At a party during graduation week he drunkenly coaxed her up onto the roof of the house. He grabbed Agnes and tried to get her to dive into the pool with him from a 20 foot height.

Fitz made it in safely but Agnes his her head on the died of the pool and was rushed to the hospital

Agnes fell into a coma and is still lying in a hospital somewhere today

In swoops Calliope Montgomery to make sure her son’s impeccable reputation and bright future wasn’t ruined. She paid off the girl’s family to tell everyone that Agnes was fine physically but suffered from a previously undiagnosed mental illness and would have to live in a group home

Ummmm so obviously this fucked up his view of relationships dhgfdsdf

Nihilist!!!

Did I say he doesn’t care about anything???

Is not Actively an asshole but he’s sarcastic as fuck so that gets him into fights pretty often

Secretly good at his core.... but deep... deep down....

Makes a joke out of anything

Does he have feelings?? Probably!!! I think!!!

WANTED PLOTS

ok so give me a fake dating plot like someone he goes to fancy functions with just to get his mom off his back about his lifestyle choices but then they get back to school and theyre like.... k bye

HOOKUPS!!!

um an ex that he actually cared about?? but then he was like nope bye out of fear of hurting someone again and broke up with them with no explanation

NY friends!!!

A good influence. Blease... someone tell this boy to study

A drug dealer!!!

Someone he’s a bad influence on....

Ok but give me someone that actually knew Agnes and is like hmmm... mentally ill??? that sounded fake Fitz what really happened

idk

#death tw #abuse tw #alcoholism tw #yatesintro

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lethal-liability · 4 years

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Get to know me!

I was tagged by @thislovelyoptimist and @till-hammer forever ago, sorry this took so long but thanks!

Nickname: Ari

Real name: Ariana

Zodiac: virgo

Favorite bands/musicians: Ice Nine Kills, Rammstein, Fall Out Boy, Starset, Bastille

Favorite sports team: I'm not really into sports but I guess I have to say New Orleans Saints (American football)

Other blogs: none, I cram all my hyperfixations here and pray that none of my mutuals unfollow

Do I get asks: occasionally

How many blogs do I follow: 355 💀

Tumblr crushes: I never understood the concept of this, I don't have any then I suppose

Lucky numbers: 27 and 95

What am I wearing: nightmare before christmas pajama top, shorts, and the comfiest robe ever

Dream vacation: as basic as it sounds, I really really wanna backpack around europe

Dream car: I really really want a VW mini bus or a yellow buggy because they're just so cute!

Favorite food: fried pickles or cheesecake

Drink if choice: idk I just really like Dr Pepper

Instruments: none :(

Languages: English and I'm learning German

Celebrity crushes: Kiera Knightley, Christoph Schneider, Ricky Armellino, Jameela Jamil, and probably others I'm forgetting

Random Fact: I saw both Fall Out Boy and Ice Nine Kills live in 2016 and 2018 which means I must see them both this year to keep the pattern going

Thanks again!

#tag game

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theartfuldodger26 · 5 years

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For the prompt I'll be predictable: Harry Potter, Bellamort and Bellatrix 😁

Thanks for the prompts, @bellamort1993! Feel free to answer the same :)

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character:

Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort.

Bella is the closest to my heart, but apparently I waste the most brainmatter on Tom/Voldemort, so *shrugs*

Harry is my favourite light character, he’s an admirable person.

Least Favorite character:

Umbridge, as is universally accepted.

Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Bellamort (which is canon, bitches)

Delphi/Harry (it will become canon, you just wait for TCC part3)

Tomarry but not Harrymort (nearly counts as canon judging by how often Harry gushes over handsome Tom’s face)

Drarry (I’m human and susceptible to fandom mainstream, plus there’s some fantastic fics out there)

Delphi/Victoire (cause two pretty, hot-headed ladies are my cup of tea any day)

Character I find most attractive:

Bellatrix, hands down. Then Voldemort can do things to me too, but Bella would be my first choice.it’s so nice being bi, isn’t it.

Character I would marry:

No one, I’m happy by myself.

Delphi can be my angsty fuck buddy with whom we meet every once in a while, bitch, get drunk, cry and fuck.

Character I’d be friends with:

Harry, tho I’m not the best of friends and he does bring an unappealing high mortality rate to any occasion. It’s fiiine.

a random thought:

The wizarding world makes zero sense in so many places. They haven’t had an Industrial Revolution, meaning they haven’t known first hand the new ideas that came with it, and they seem to be stuck in the Middle Ages in many ways, even if they dont seem extremely Christian as these times actually were. We know little about the political system and their beliefs are so random. It’s really confusing.

An unpopular opinion:

Idk what’s unpopular these days. Aside from Albus’ name, I actually liked the Epilogue.

It showed what we needed to know: that Harry and the rest made it out okay. They found the courage to face their destroyed community and rebuild, even though they had gone through enough during the war. I think JKR said it herself in an interview how important rebuilding is after a catastrophe, how it can daunt even the bravest people. The miracles of Japan and Germany bouncing back and better after WWII are relevant real-life examples here.

A married Harry, enthusiastic about hugging his kids goodbye on their first day of school, a day that to him symbolises a new beginning, is the greatest gift and it does not erase the pain he might feel every day for going through hell in his early life. In fact, it’s this snipet of normalcy what he craved as a boy and refused to daydream about because its weight would be too much,and now he gets to have it. Along with the nightmares and the PTSD and the new challenges yes, but now, in this moment, as he waves to the new generation that he helped create, he’s safe, loved and happy. He deserves it.

Second unpopular opinion: I don’t give a damn if McGonagall’s timeline is screwed up by bringing her to life in the 20′s. Didn’t really matter to the story before and she’s a freaking badass and comic relief, which is the best combo ever. Is it fan-bating or whatever it was called? Sure. But if she makes the story better with her presense I give minus two fucks about when JKR originally said she was born (also, newsflash: people have the right to change HC’s, especially people who don’t shit about maths, like our dear creator)

My Canon OTP:

BELLAMORT

Seriously, I have screenshoted the details of TCC where it shows they’re canon.

My Non-canon OTP:

Harry/Delphi

I know, I’m sick, it’s fine. *insert dog sipping coffee in the flaming house meme here*

Most Badass Character:

Bellatrix, handsdown.

McGonagall for good people.

Most Epic Villain:

Voldemort, we’d have no books without him. He can be dumb, but it’s cute.

Pairing I’m not a fan of:

I’m not huge on non-canon Hermione ships, and anything with Snape is gross.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

…Snape? Not his character, but the positive light she gave him by naming Harry’s kid after him. It appeared she was clear on him not being an admirable person, but then he’s the bravest bloke ever? No, ma’am.

On a Fantastic Beasts note, I do hope they handle the backstories of all characters well. We’ll surely get back to this after the FB series are over.

Favourite Friendship:

The Golden Trio, they work as a three-man-group better, I won’t devide them. Also, as a part-time writer I have to admire how the writing and dynamics were handled, it’s so hard to think as more than one person, not to mention three!

Character I most identify with:

PostAzkaban!Bellatrix feels she’s letting her master and herself down, and so do I. I keep looking for my former self. Who wasn’t much after all, but had some qualities I should recultivate.

Character I wish I could be:

… I’d like to have some Bellamort qualities that I lack, but in general I’m fine working on myself.

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

After I finished the books, so that’s since 2007. 12 cool, angsty years.

My thoughts:

I love them, they’re my evil babies. In fact, I don’t even have reasons for loving them, as most shippers do, I’d just die for them, end of reasoning.

What makes me happy about them:

That they’re complicately made for each other in their unique goth way. And that in the end they had a kid, which I think helped Voldemort out a lot with his issues with intimacy and emotions.

What makes me sad about them:

That they died *sobs hysterically*.

Also in the books they have like two scenes together. (HE SCREAMED THO)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Seeing Bella’s character butchered down to a snivelling, slavish idiot, though these aren’t Bellamort fics usually.

In Bellamort fics, it feels like a cheat when it says Bellamort but it’s just Bella pining and Voldemort really not caring. I don’t have a problem with the POV, but it needs to be tagged as unrequited. Otherwise I’m open to perspectives.

Things I look for in fanfic:

Good writing, mostly.

I’m also a huge fan of Muggle!AU’s, so if you have that, I’ll read it, no questions asked XD

My wishlist:

On Amazon? :P Fine, I’ll show myself out

I presume this means wishlist on fics/art with these two, but do correct me if I’m wrong. I dont have one, since I write myself, so whatever I want to read, I write. Right now I’m eager to finish the following Bellamort fics:

1. Harry finds out about Bellamort via looking through Voldy’s stuff.

2. BellaDiesButVoldyWins!AU

3. Voldemort discovers his breastfeeding kink

4. A therewasonlyonebed!fic

5. Tomarry turns Bellamort in Easter setting, Muggle!AU, Harry wets himself in the process

In general I’d say I’d like to see more classic, tropy fanfics with these two, lighter ones, you know. Angst is great, but let us enjoy the coffeeshop!AU too.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Alone and miserable.

I guess Bella would have been okay with Rodolphus, had Tom/Voldemort never been born.

And Voldemort/Tom would have been fine too with some nameless pretty woman he did not love but had to marry to keep face.

But I think that they would have never been truly happy with anyone else. especially Tom, he’d never be really comfortable with anyone.

My happily ever after for them:

VoldemortWins!AU, they conquer Europe, Bella is Minister for War, Voldemort the Emperor. Maybe they have a kid, maybe a couple more or none at all, who cares, the point is they live and fulfull their dreams of revolutionising the Wizarding Wolrd.

I also have a sappy afterlife!AU where for a while Bella is imprisoned at the family castle for having a halfblood little bastard, goes half-insane as Voldemort seacrhes for her (they had a spat right after they got there), and Delphi kills herself and goes to find her dad in small-child form. They finally get tgether and live deathly ever after in some Norwegian fjord in the frozen tundra. (it’s also my personal happy ending, only it’s cats and snakes)

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character:

I love Bella. She’s a bitch and a sadist, but I love her.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

The one and only, his majesty the Dark Lord himself.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

Rodolphus, he’s her only friend.

Also, sad HC: Bella was very close to Andromeda until she got too involved with Voldemort and his cause, and they drifted apart. No one wept harder than Bella after Andy left, and it was her who spent days banging on the Tonks’ door to let them speak to her. Voldy could squeeze tears out of his shirt after she fell asleep on him crying about it.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Again, not sure about what’s unpopular.

I believe she suffers from genuine mental illness that tortures her a lot and makes her life (and her shared life with Voldemort too) very hard. Also I find her more self-doubting and reserved than most authors, hard working and largely indifferent to people who aren’t Voldemort.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Actual romantic scene would have been nice, but HE SCREAMED after all. Let’s not ask for too much.

Favorite friendship for this character:

Rodolphus and Andromeda. Recently I’ve started Brotp-ing Sirius with Bella too, before they parted ways.

My crossover ship:

I don’t really have any other fandoms, sorry.

Well, that was fun! Thanks again!

#ask #bellamort #bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #bellamort1993

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dredshirtroberts · 4 years

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I’m bored and found this having been done by a blog I admire, @vinceaddams. Plus, I - like my projection-favorite Dragon Age Inquisition Character, Dorian Pavus - love talking about myself.

1. Name : I have many and much. I’m currently playing with the name Eyrelain/e (undecided about the final e) but for the purposes of simplicity and what I’ll generally answer to, just call me M.

2. Zodiac : Aries sun, Taurus moon, and either Leo or Pisces rising but I’ve never been able to get that one clear on my birth charts lol.

3. Height : 5′3" roughly.

4. What time is it ? 11:57pm as of just now - it will be much later by the time I finish this

5. Favourite musician / group ? I’ve always hated this question on these things. I barely know what I’m listening to at any given time, let alone have a favorite out of them all. I just like music.

6. Favorite sport team ? If pressed (and generally if I’m around my family) I state one of the Washington DC teams - and to be fair those are pretty much the only ones I’m familiar with. But honestly I have fallen out of touch with the sportsball games and will have to work extra hard to get back into the, ah, swing of things as it were. Mostly the only sport I give a shit about is Hockey and that’s mostly because I find the players extremely attractive. Something about Russians missing teeth just really does it for me, apparently.

7. Other blogs : @witchwraytohome is mostly aesthetic with some roughly witchcraft-y, spiritual-ish bullshit fleckled in there. @adara-et-al is where I’m trying to put shit about my original characters but I’m bad at keeping up with these things so it’s not well fleshed out yet. @lia-and-em-adventure-in-thedas is a joint blog with @sumomoblossom77 for the fic I’m working on - we’re mostly keeping references and stuff there for now, but maybe one day the fic will go up there too. Once i’m finished with it anyway.

8. Do I get asks ? lol no. Maybe one or two in a blue moon but generally those are from friends who send me DMs usually. I’m not against asks, of course, so please send those on if you have them!

9. How many blogs do I follow : 80, apparently - higher than I thought it was the last I checked but then again I have a terrible memory and do not check often.

10. Any tumblr crushes ? Nah, but not really any crushes right now either.

11. Lucky number : 3, 5, and 6 tend to be numbers that come up frequently for me and portend nice things. Multiples also count, because lucky numbers are what you make them.

12. What am I wearing right now : a pair of quickly falling apart jeggings, and a really fuckin soft old navy sweater-shirt my mom got me for xmas. it’s so soft. It’s also a lovely dark taupe color

13. Dream vacation : 1) any vacation would be a dream vacation right now. 2) I’d love to travel to Japan. And if I’m in Japan why not go ahead and hit up S Korea, and Taiwan, and China and Hong Kong, and then let’s just go ahead and get all the pacific islands, the Philippines, and head down to New Zealand to head that off there. 3) Of course that’s not taking into account wanting to go further west from there, Tibet, India, Russia, idk maybe the whole middle east. Then do I go down into Africa and start making my way through there? Clearly with the trajectory I’m on I’d start in Egypt and make my way down south from there. Or do I go the opposite direction and take on Europe? Pretty much what I’m getting at here is I’d one day like to travel the entire globe - take like...at least a year probably more, and just explore the world. Eat in every country. Enjoy life. Idk...it’s a dream.

14. Dream car : One that isn’t almost 20 years old would be nice. less than 100k miles on it would be *excellent*, but I know that’s asking for a lot. Gotta have A/C and working windows. A relatively new sound system would be great, so the radio isn’t jangly (though honestly a working radio is enough). If I can hook up my phone to play music - AND A CD PLAYER, IT HAS TO HAVE A CD PLAYER. And her hair whatever color it please god.

15. Favourite food: I’m gonna have to say steak and/or sushi. I will ALWAYS be down for either. Or Mexican food of any sort. Seriously, you want to win me over? Feed me in general. If you feed me Mexican food (god, especially authentic central or Gulf coast mexican food yaasss) I’ll be yours forever.

16. Drink of choice : If we’re talking alcohol, always a margarita. I’m a tequila bitch for sure. Non-alcoholic, diet cola (whatever brand I’m really not picky). Though I have found these fun little powder things my parents use called ZipFizz and boy howdy are those tasty as FUCK.

17. Languages : English, very little Spanish, German and French. I’ve been learning a few fantasy languages for fic I’m writing (where Spanish, German and French will come into play, so I imagine I’ll learn those more too). Oh and Latin. I know a little of Latin. It’s not a lot and it’s not great but it could be worse.

18. Instruments : I used to play piano - I technically still can but it’s not very good at all. I tried playing bass guitar which was...alright. I did not go very far with it. I played the recorder for class in elementary school like most everyone else did, and that was...interesting.

19. Celebrity crushes : no one, really, right now. I’m kinda figuring myself out a little and haven’t really processed attraction past “they’re kinda fit, wonder if they’re an alright person to get to know” and then realize that there’s no way I’d ever get to know them as a person outside of their fame and celebrity so I just kinda drop it. ‘S not worth the time or effort honestly.

20. Random Fact : All my old injuries that bother me are completely invisible from the surface - my one that crops up the most is my knee(s) but from the outside nothing looks the matter with them (unless the start swelling but that doesn’t happen as much anymore). Second most easily aggravated is my shoulder that also has no outward sign of having been an injury. Third most easily aggravated and honestly rarely rears its head unless I do something immensely stupid or it’s bitter fucking cold outside, is my right ribs. I got knocked really hard and they were cracked but not broken but I was also, like 10 when it happened and I’m fairly certain they healed slightly incorrectly. Sometimes it feels like I’ve got light bruising and sometimes it’s like they’ve just been injured (depending on the cause of the aggravation). I do not have good scars to show people to be like “yeah this acts up because I was stabbed in the jellies but it’s fine except during low-pressure weather”. I just all the sudden cannot stand up right, or reach over my head properly and I have to deal with it.

#about me #i tag anyone who wants to complete this

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scraemes · 5 years

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( PARK JIMIN. AGENDER. ) Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with SUWON YI, a dedicated Death Dealer for the coven. HE is a 750 year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being DARING + GENEROUS. However, those who are familiar with them also know that they are very DECEITFUL - CANTANKEROUS. They’re known for being the CHAMELEON. Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.

a dumbass biography. tldr below.

first, he’s a fisherman in jeolla. it’s late goryeo, but the suwon of mud, huts, and nets doesn’t know this. the country’s in chaos with mongols and famine bearing on their necks and all he’s ever known is the emptiness of land and the bounty of a peaceful ocean. ( lies start simply here. yes, to the tax collector, they’ll collect more tomorrow. no, to his mother, you don’t need to worry. i love you, he says to a farmer’s daughter, i’ll love you forever. yes, to his sister, i’ll stay here. ) when generals ride through their coastal town, suwon’s one of the first to volunteer for the ranks. ( i want to protect my country, he says before making his mark. it’s not a total lie, though he’ll never admit it. ) he doesn’t know how to read letters on a page, but he knows how to swing a sword. fishing’s made his shoulders stronger than others and he’s quickly ushered up the ranks to a position of relative privilege. a general refines how he reads people and soon, suwon finds himself in the ranks of a golden company pushing the mongols back, back, back.

second, he’s a vampire. after years of fighting end in a tentative peace, suwon returns home and finds his home devastated. not mongols. a different breed of creature. suwon goes searching for whatever ripped the harbors and huts to shreds and finds a band of paler faces with fangs and brilliant blue eyes. one is his old general. his world’s expanded in a single night and suwon’s given a choice: join, or die. it’s the second easiest decision he’s ever made. he feels more powerful than ever before and he follows the troupe north to the lycan horde. he helps the slaughter. suwon journeys west and doesn’t look back. they’re an old coven, and he never feels home with them. he feels his best with a weapon in his hand fighting an enemy with a face, and soon he’s heading his own army and chasing lycans throughout the continent.

third, he’s a wanderer. suwon rested in a deep sleep for a few centuries and when he wakes, the world’s entirely different. his old coven’s a shadow of what it was, and there’s a flourishing industry in the west. suwon finds himself in england on the cusp of a new century and, lethargic, abandons his old post for something quieter. it isn’t that years and years of war have made him a pacifist ------ he’s just tired. he plays with the idea of starting his own family, gains a partner and a few fledglings, learns how to teach and care than kill and refuses the call of covens that ask for his help with lycans in the city. it never feels right. not fully. but there are moments he appreciates. theater and music, lights and laughter, card games and shopping. his world slows down and it’s lovely until it’s not. after decades, he finds himself standing in an empty house, alone, holding a carnaged body and wishing he could cry.

silver finds itself back in his hands. fourth, he’s a punk with a plan. a rebel with a cause. he likes living with the living, he finds, that constant burst of fresh air making him feel alive again and helping lead him to the tunnels where the lycans lay, and he follows unexplained deaths to every corner of europe and asia before stepping foot in the states just as the new world coven makes a truce. suwon doesn’t like it. not at all. no one’s ever knwn peace and he doesn’t understand why vampries and lycans think it’s possible. the new coven’s a weakness to be exploited, and so he finds himself here, in the city that never sleeps. a soldier with a death wish, maybe, wondering when a war’s finally going to steal his soul back to hell for good. or maybe he’s fighting to protect them all ------ he’s seen the devastation beasts have, tasted the pain himself over and over. suwon doesn’t trust them. and he won’t rest until they’re gone.

tldr ; fought the mongols, old school soldier. joined a coven out of spite and revenge and was an elite death squad member. hardcore grudge against lycans. slept for a few centuries, woke up in the 19th. tries and fails at a family before totally rides the vibe of the times and hangs out with the young’ins. becomes a death dealer in the old coven. travels all over the world and came to the states to be on the front-lines for when this peace business goes south. which it will. obviously.

a few dumbass statistics.

western zodiac sign : aquarius. element : air. sexuality : pansexual. personality type : entj - a. “the commander.” alignment : lawful neutral. height : 5′7. body type : athletic. hair color : dark grey. eye color : brown / bright blue ( after feeding idk i can’t remember how it works in the underworld verse ). skin tone : golden.

a dumbass playlist.

prblms - 6lack. if we were made of water - banks. russian soul - skott. badbye - rm, eAeon. ghost - halsey. hold on, we’re going home - lykke li. angel - massive attack. energy - avelino, stormzy, skepta. m.a.a.d city - kendrick lamar. sicko mode - travis scott, drake. money - cardi b. blood in the cut - k. flay. lonely soul - unkle, richard ashcroft. hollow moon - awolnation. paint it, black - ciara. desire - meg myers. closer - nine inch nails.

some dumbass aesthetics.

gucci loafers. catnaps. a low chuckle against your neck. silk on skin. mouth full of white lies. open collars. heavy sunglasses and sparkling ears. rumble of the metro in the dark. burning neon bulbs. sly grins. humid summer nights. dangling cross earrings. a fresh manicure and flashing rings. loaded silver bullets. old war stories. smooth skin in candlelight. blood-stained lips. miniature tattoos. homesickness. ancient grudges.

dumbass headcanons.

hair color changes all the time. still has battle scars from his time in the goryeo militia. pierced ears -- need i say more. obsessed with the lost boys and has very strong feelings about the ultimate trio that could’ve been david, michael, and star. flat-out tells people he’s a vampire because he’s too old to be fucking with anonymity. knows four languages fluently, but can curse in twenty. can barely read in any language. fuck walking, he’s always taking the public transport. hasn’t paid for a drink in a hundred years. the last book he read was fifty shades of grey. before that, it was animal farm back in 1947. gucci shades, valentino sneakers. has a rug made of lycan fur he only brings out to piss people off. dated michaelangelo before he was famous. does one good deed a month, like run for charity or donate yeezys to goodwill. raised buddhist and still kind of affiliated.

some not dumb connections.

sired vampires. a sire. former fledglings. fellow soldiers. trained death dealers. unfortunate run-ins. lycans related ( familial, platonically, or romantically ) to ones he’s killed. allies who are also openly anti-peace. suspicions who are openly pro-peace. a lycan he let free before the peace, for reason tbd. old friends. former lovers. a death dealer he goes on patrols ( ? ) with. neighbor who’s room is next to his at the coven’s headquarters. a new vamp who’s bringing him to the 21st century. a vamp he’s bringing to the late 20th century. a lycan who’s really testing his patience. a lycan who’s really going to make him question what he thinks of the world. gaming partners at the local arcade. competitors. someone who annoys the shit out of him. a bad influence. a good influence. a distant relative.

note : suwon is freshly arrived in new york city, but has been on the continent for about a year.

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Where's it say sascha is non binary, I've heard it too death (pun intended) and why does alan have a Japanese gardening tool? He's English right or is his surname elsewhere? Also love how I'm kuromyu 2 ronald complains Eric only ate on a date saying he likes someone picking up the tab or something, sounds like something I would do!

Nothing much is known about Sascha, so there are a lot of headcanons going around; that’s all.

My headcanon about Sascha’s gender? Idk 😐, honestly. I have two completely opposite ideas (just sort of fighting it out in my brain) about Sascha:

Could be male but not particularly “masculine”, regardless of gender identification.

I’ve noticed that the German military seems to have a goodly number of female soldiers, even if the majority of them are on projects like the Green Witch one. Sieglinde’s mother was a chemist and working alongside men on a military project. There could be a parallel between this apparent equality within the German military and within the German branch of reapers. In other words, Sascha could be female but perhaps a bit tomboyish.

Maybe we will find out later?

Reapers can be a bit hodge-podge when it comes to their belongings. Both time and location.

For instance, Undertaker has a death scythe that’s a real scythe; those hit Western Europe around the mid 13th century. However, he can disguise it as a sotoba, which is a Buddhist gravemarker. He wears mute’s robes common for the Victorian Era in England, but underneath he has an undercassock with a Greek Orthodox Byzantine collar. And those thigh-high boots look like a more modern take on a pair of really old-school thigh-high leather work boots.

In the anime, when Grelle’s chainsaw is temporarily taken away, it’s replaced with a couple of bonsai shears.

Alan wears a bolo... and that was supposedly invented by a Wickenburg, AZ guy, by the name of Victor Emanuel Cedarstaff, in the 1940’s. They have become an icon of the American West. They weren’t popular in the UK until the 1950’s and are called bootlace-ties there. But Alan doesn’t dress like a Teddy Boy, so why the bolo? It’s got a skull design, so ok, but... why a bolo? Same with using a Japanese-style gardening implement.

Death scythe modifications made once completing training seem to be based on time period (about 50+ years ahead of human technology) and personality. Sometimes, later modifications are made to upgrade them, like Grelle’s current death scythe is a canonically newer modification, probably made soon after teaming up with Madam Red. We know this because it’s unauthorized— one of the complaints that William has against Grelle (the other: causing the death of someone not slated to die). Ronald also made recent modifications, but he got them approved by flirting with someone in the modifications department. Othello, on the other hand, has never modified his; it’s still the basic training model.

Perhaps reapers are inspired by their travels. There’s definitely symbolism in some of the accessory and tool choices they make. Does anyone know what the text says in the design sheet for him?

Other notes on reaper accessories/items:

Ludger and Sascha seem to prefer German brands for things... like A. Lange & Söhne (Ludger’s very modern watch), Adidas (Ludger’s shoes), Bosch (the reference for Ludger’s death scythe), and Zeiss (Sascha’s camera and glasses). This could be a hint at nationalism, or it could be they simply choose what’s close and easily attainable.

Grelle likes the French designer Chanel (agenda).

Ronald seems to like expensive French (Cartier for his watch and Goyard for his travel trunk), American (Knox probably makes the hat he wore on the Campania), and Italian (Bottega Veneta for his agenda) brands; in Ronald’s case, it might have more to do with the expense of it than the origin of its make.

Othello has a Japanese brand of sandal, though I have yet to figure out the name of the brand/company, and the style is a cross between the geta and western sandal styles.

I haven’t figured out Ludger’s glasses yet, but fashion-forward brands like Cazal (German company with Austrian designer) or Kuboraum (German design, Italian manufacture) could be possibilities. I’m also searching for William’s glasses and some of the other footwear....

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